Hallo (Afrikaans for hello) from Kroonstad for an update #3:
So we were supposed to look at the CBD and all the municipal buildings in Pretoria before going to the cheetah centre - but I completely got the timing wrong (13.30 does not mean 3.30pm in case you were wondering), so we didn't see Pretoria city in the end and hoofed it out to the Ann van Dyk Cheetah Centre just in time for the start of the tour. It was very cool to see all the cheetah (or is the plural cheetahs??) but having already had such a wonderful time at Moholoholo, it was kind of hard not to be a bit jaded (as terrible as that sounds!). This one was quite enormous though so we went round on a big safari truck and having the African wild dogs all chasing the truck and being so close to everything was pretty cool. All the rehab centres do a wonderful job so it's fantastic to be able to support what they do.
That night we threw caution and all our rand to the wind and went out for a quite fancy dinner at a place called Pappa's in Pretoria. I had another potjiekos while Adrian had an ostrich stew, Dan an enormous T-bone steak and Emilia had calamari - delicious. In fact, it was so delicious that we bought the potjiekos dishes that everything came in as souvenirs! They're cast iron and pretty heavy so hopefully we get them home without paying excess luggage...
The following day it was down to Joburg to meet up with my friends Fats and Andrew who I met at Oxford. Andrew's from Port Elizabeth but was up in Joburg for some of the football and Fats actually grew up in Soweto and still has a lot of friends and family in town so he was enjoying being back for the football too. They took us on a fantastic tour of the city - starting off in Newtown which is a slowly gentrifying area close to the CBD (where he pointed out the police buildings where all the dissidents 'committed suicide' while in police cells) and the original market buildings of Joburg when it was still very much a gold-rush town. Next we went to a kind of traditional medicine market which was very much not on the tourist trail at all and had all sorts of hallucinogenic plants, animals (all dead, either whole or in bits), leopard skins, and lots of different types of bark which no-one was really sure what it was for, but very interesting nonetheless. After that we went to Soweto's first mall which is actually pretty iconic because until only a couple of years ago, you couldn't work or shop in Soweto - it was only a place to come home and sleep so the fact that there's a big mall owned by a former resident of Soweto which has ATMs and everything is quite a big deal. In fact, I was quite surprised at how developed Soweto was - although Fats said that quite a lot of it has come about relatively recently (like having minor roads tarsealed, not just the big main ones). One thing which was totally crazy though was the hospital - one million people pass through its doors every day! Can you believe it?? Soweto has six million, but its such a renowned centre for trauma accidents that medical staff come from all over the world to work there. We then went for lunch in Soweto near Nelson Mandela's house which we toured after lunch. It was really interesting to see it having read his autobiography so recently. The house was quite focused on Winnie - unsurprising given she lived there much longer than Nelson I suppose. It was great being shown round by two locals - really gave such an interesting insight into the whole thing.
That night for dinner we went to this restaurant buffet which I'd randomly found on the internet - it's called Chief Boma's and was insane. We ate warthog, kudu, ostrich, impala and springbok - just to name a few! And as well as all that meat, so much other stuff - I'm a huge fan of these macaroon type things they called Hertzogs...mmm... We rolled out of there feeling so ill... But it was a bit of a deal, R155 for two people so we definitely got our money's worth!
The next day was our big game day in Joburg and from the get-go was a bit of a schmozzle. We started the day with a flat tyre which we had to change before we could get on the road, then we had to pick up our ticket for the park-n-ride which turned into an absolute nightmare with Adrian and I literally running for 30 minutes trying to find a place which was open to pick it up at, and with Emilia and Dan getting stuck in a taxi queue outside ParkStation which we gathered was not the most savoury place to be hanging out in... Then, after getting completely lost in the motorway system despite the help of our trusty GPS Suzy, we managed to have to wait for ages to get lunch before finally, finally getting into the Apartheid Museum at about 3pm (and which the booklet said closed at 5pm so we all rushed through, but actually closed at 6.30...). However, even if we had to rush a bit, it was absolutely incredible. Honestly one of the best museums I've ever been to. It was completely heartbreaking, and just made you incredulous that people could be so inhumane to other people. I honestly cannot recommend it enough.
It was a bit strange to go from that to our final game, but I guess it was a symbol of the new South Africa to have such a crazy mix of things going on. It was Paraguay vs Spain which, thank goodness, the Spanish won! (We don't like the Paraguishans because they made us go out). We had pretty good seats and after nearly an hour's queue for some potato spirals (delicious) settled in for the game. The whole World Cup thing has been interesting, but being a complete football heretic I'm actually quite glad that we don't have to watch any more football now...
The next day we drove the big trek down to Lesotho. Now, that deserves its own post in an of itself, so stay tuned for the next installment!
So we were supposed to look at the CBD and all the municipal buildings in Pretoria before going to the cheetah centre - but I completely got the timing wrong (13.30 does not mean 3.30pm in case you were wondering), so we didn't see Pretoria city in the end and hoofed it out to the Ann van Dyk Cheetah Centre just in time for the start of the tour. It was very cool to see all the cheetah (or is the plural cheetahs??) but having already had such a wonderful time at Moholoholo, it was kind of hard not to be a bit jaded (as terrible as that sounds!). This one was quite enormous though so we went round on a big safari truck and having the African wild dogs all chasing the truck and being so close to everything was pretty cool. All the rehab centres do a wonderful job so it's fantastic to be able to support what they do.
That night we threw caution and all our rand to the wind and went out for a quite fancy dinner at a place called Pappa's in Pretoria. I had another potjiekos while Adrian had an ostrich stew, Dan an enormous T-bone steak and Emilia had calamari - delicious. In fact, it was so delicious that we bought the potjiekos dishes that everything came in as souvenirs! They're cast iron and pretty heavy so hopefully we get them home without paying excess luggage...
The following day it was down to Joburg to meet up with my friends Fats and Andrew who I met at Oxford. Andrew's from Port Elizabeth but was up in Joburg for some of the football and Fats actually grew up in Soweto and still has a lot of friends and family in town so he was enjoying being back for the football too. They took us on a fantastic tour of the city - starting off in Newtown which is a slowly gentrifying area close to the CBD (where he pointed out the police buildings where all the dissidents 'committed suicide' while in police cells) and the original market buildings of Joburg when it was still very much a gold-rush town. Next we went to a kind of traditional medicine market which was very much not on the tourist trail at all and had all sorts of hallucinogenic plants, animals (all dead, either whole or in bits), leopard skins, and lots of different types of bark which no-one was really sure what it was for, but very interesting nonetheless. After that we went to Soweto's first mall which is actually pretty iconic because until only a couple of years ago, you couldn't work or shop in Soweto - it was only a place to come home and sleep so the fact that there's a big mall owned by a former resident of Soweto which has ATMs and everything is quite a big deal. In fact, I was quite surprised at how developed Soweto was - although Fats said that quite a lot of it has come about relatively recently (like having minor roads tarsealed, not just the big main ones). One thing which was totally crazy though was the hospital - one million people pass through its doors every day! Can you believe it?? Soweto has six million, but its such a renowned centre for trauma accidents that medical staff come from all over the world to work there. We then went for lunch in Soweto near Nelson Mandela's house which we toured after lunch. It was really interesting to see it having read his autobiography so recently. The house was quite focused on Winnie - unsurprising given she lived there much longer than Nelson I suppose. It was great being shown round by two locals - really gave such an interesting insight into the whole thing.
That night for dinner we went to this restaurant buffet which I'd randomly found on the internet - it's called Chief Boma's and was insane. We ate warthog, kudu, ostrich, impala and springbok - just to name a few! And as well as all that meat, so much other stuff - I'm a huge fan of these macaroon type things they called Hertzogs...mmm... We rolled out of there feeling so ill... But it was a bit of a deal, R155 for two people so we definitely got our money's worth!
The next day was our big game day in Joburg and from the get-go was a bit of a schmozzle. We started the day with a flat tyre which we had to change before we could get on the road, then we had to pick up our ticket for the park-n-ride which turned into an absolute nightmare with Adrian and I literally running for 30 minutes trying to find a place which was open to pick it up at, and with Emilia and Dan getting stuck in a taxi queue outside ParkStation which we gathered was not the most savoury place to be hanging out in... Then, after getting completely lost in the motorway system despite the help of our trusty GPS Suzy, we managed to have to wait for ages to get lunch before finally, finally getting into the Apartheid Museum at about 3pm (and which the booklet said closed at 5pm so we all rushed through, but actually closed at 6.30...). However, even if we had to rush a bit, it was absolutely incredible. Honestly one of the best museums I've ever been to. It was completely heartbreaking, and just made you incredulous that people could be so inhumane to other people. I honestly cannot recommend it enough.
It was a bit strange to go from that to our final game, but I guess it was a symbol of the new South Africa to have such a crazy mix of things going on. It was Paraguay vs Spain which, thank goodness, the Spanish won! (We don't like the Paraguishans because they made us go out). We had pretty good seats and after nearly an hour's queue for some potato spirals (delicious) settled in for the game. The whole World Cup thing has been interesting, but being a complete football heretic I'm actually quite glad that we don't have to watch any more football now...
The next day we drove the big trek down to Lesotho. Now, that deserves its own post in an of itself, so stay tuned for the next installment!